"Raise the Devil?" said Nala, her eyes widened. "Simba, even if we could raise the Devil - and we can't - what would we do when he gets here?"

"Obviously we'd do something evil," Simba replied, as if it were a dumb question.

"Like murdering someone else?" Nala said sarcastically.

"No, like—"

"Eating Zazu!" she exclaimed.

"No, no, it's got to be something supremely evil."

"Like… pushing someone into the water hole and running away?" Nala suggested.

Simba smiled. "Yes, yes, that's much more of a feel. Now, we need to prepare this the right away. What does the Devil drink? Blood, isn't it?"

Nala nodded. "Yeah. Cubs' blood."

The two cubs suddenly looked very nervous. Simba then remembered something a breathed a sigh of relief. "No, no, no it's dead cubs' blood."

Nala calmed down. "I got worried for a second there."

"Okay, so, know any dead cubs?" Simba asked.

Nala shook her head. "No."

"Well, know any cubs?"

"No."

"Oh come on, Nala, what about your distant cousin, Primo?"

"She is neither dead, nor technically speaking, a girl. Besides, she stopped talking to me after the Sticky Web Incident.

She hasn't been talking to anyone much, actually."

"Okay, but this is still a good idea. All we have to do is raise him up, get him to bring Zazu back and we'll be eating by sundown!"

"Well, how exactly do you raise the Devil properly?" Nala asked. "I don't think he's going to come up for no reason!"

"I don't suppose you'd mind giving up your soul?"

"Simba!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he told her. "I'll think of that later. We actually need to do it first."

"Okay, okay. What do we do first?"

"Do you mind an hour of walking?" Simba asked.

"Why?"

"We need to go into the jungle," Simba replied.

"The jungle?" said Nala. "Why?"

"Because everyone knows that's where you raise the Devil," Simba told her.

"You didn't tell me that the last time we went there," Nala noted.

"Must've slipped my mind," Simba replied. "I didn't want to scare you, that's all."

"Scare me?" Nala exclaimed. "I'm not scared of the Devil!"

Simba laughed. "Sure you aren't. We'll see when we raise him to get Zazu back."

"Okay, fine," Nala said, frowning. "We will see, Mister Confident."

Simba walked off, only to discover that Nala wasn't following him. "You coming or not?"

"What about Zazu?" Nala asked, pointing to his lifeless corpse.

"Uh…" Simba ran back over to her, and carefully picked up Zazu, before placing his dead body on his back. "This is so gross."

"I can see," Nala agreed.

"You can carry him if you want," Simba offered.

"I don't think so," was her answer.

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

The two cubs started walking, beginning their hour-long journey to the dense jungle outside the Pride Lands. Their plan was outrageous, ridiculous, illogical and just very, very dumb .

But it just might work.

The two cubs finally stopped their long walk when they got to the large river in the middle of the jungle. It was now more or less a familiar spot to them, having been kidnapped there once by a magical lion known as Hago. They didn't think he would stick around in the jungle anymore, especially after the embarrassment of Simba and Nala foiling his sinister plan for universal domination. Well, at least that's what they hoped…

"This it?" said Nala, looking around.

"Yep," replied Simba, placing Zazu's corpse on the ground in front of him. "Right, this is the plan. We place Zazu here, okay?"

Nala nodded. "Yeah."

"Then we have to start chanting and acting all scary. Then we have to eat the most evil thing in the world. The thing that will show how loyal we are to the Devil."

"What's that?" Nala asked.

"Fruit."

Nala gasped. "No. Anything but that!"

"It looks like we'll have to, if we want to bring Zazu back," Simba told her.

Nala sighed. "I guess you're right."

Simba walked a few steps forward, and picked up an empty coconut halve. "We can put the…" He gagged. "Fruit in this."

"Yeah, and where's the fruit?" Nala asked.

"Uh…" Simba put the coconut halve down and walked around, before spotting a few oranges dangling from the branches of a nearby tree. "Here!" Simba jumped up and plucked two oranges from the branches. "Two fruits."

"I can't believe we're actually going to eat those," Nala said, disgusted.

"I know. I don't know what my Mom is thinking when she says they're good for me. When I'm King I'm banning all fruit."

"Good call," Nala told him.

Simba picked up the coconut halve and placed the two oranges inside, before placing it next to Zazu's body. He then joined Nala by her side.

"Okay," he said, clearing his throat. "You speak in an evil chanting voice, we eat the fruits and he turns up. And best behaviour when he gets here, too. No, actually, worst behaviour. Start picking your nose and stuff."

"Why've I got to do the chanting voice?" Nala asked. "You do it."

"I can't do it, it needs to be the voice of a pretty girl," Simba told her.

"Pretty girl?" Nala exclaimed.

"Oh, you know what I mean," Simba replied, brushing her comment off.

"Fine," Nala grumbled, before speaking in a half-hearted chanting voice. "Oh, Great and Mighty Devil, we ask you—"

"Oh, come on, Nala," Simba interrupted. "Put your back into it. You sound like Zazu."

"Hey!" Nala exclaimed. "I'm not that bad!"

"Okay, okay, but come on! You couldn't raise a stone, let alone the Prince of Darkness."

"Okay, I'll try better." Nala cleared her throat, and spoke louder and sounded more enthusiastic this time. "Oh, Great and

Mighty One, we ask you to come up! Simba…?"

Simba spoke in the same chanting voice. "What is it?"

"Have you got the oranges?" she asked.

"No, it's just the way my tail pokes out."

Nala sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, never mind, I'll get the oranges myself."

"No, no, I'll go!" Simba told her.

"No, no, don't make yourself tired, I'll get it. But don't expect me to help you when the Devil wants your soul in return for bringing Zazu back from the dead."